Yesterday we went to the market. It's the second time we've gone and both times have come back reeling from sensory overload. The vendors (mostly Mayans, with a small mixtures of other Mexicans and hippie-types) sell mostly local foods, but there is everything available from clothing, to CDs to jewelry to huge bags of pine needles and medicinal herbs. It's loud with music and trucks trying to make their way through the crowds, and the the voices are a mix of Spanish and Mayan dialects, mostly Tzotzil and Tzeltal. The clothes too vary, from fashionable business attire to cowboy hats and boots to the colorful furs, wools and woven clothing of the different indigenous groups. Pictures tell the story best.